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1908 
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OLORADO POEMS 

Illustrated 
wholly from 

WHITE RIVER SCENERY 




COLORADO POEMS 

ILLUSTRATED WHOLLY FROM 

WHITE RIVER SCENERY 




Photos by C A. Booth except where noted 
Copyright 1908 by H. J. Hay, Meeker, Colorado 



Press of the Smith-Brooks Company, Denver, Colorado 



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WHITE RIVER VALLEY 

White River comes from lands of firs and pines, 
From hillsides decked with purple columbines; 






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From mountain slopes, whereon, in weary hours, 
The wild elk rests in beds of fragrant flowers; 




AT REST AMONG THE WILD FLOWERS OF RIO BLANCO COUNTY. 
Photo by A. Proctor. 



From towering table-lands, where winter's snow, 
In spring dissolves, and runs to lakes below; 




TABLE LANDS IN BACKGROUND 
Photo by B. Sprod. 



From Marvine lakes, where Indian Spirits dwell; 
(Twin mirrors — walled by painted citadel); 




UPPER MARVINE LAKE. 



From Trappers' lake — an ancient crater bowl 
That marked the trysting place of Indian ghole. 



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TRAPPERS' LAKE. 



From lofty hills it runs to valleys wide, 

By Meeker town, by ranch where Meeker died; 



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RANCH UHKRE MEEKER WAS .MASSACRED. 





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By Rangely oil fields down to join 
the Green, 

Its course adorned by many a love- 
ly scene. 



UNION OIL DERRICK, RANGELY. 



Here lived the treacherous Ute in 

tepee rude, 
Passing his somber life in sullen 

mood, 




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In tribal wars, or following the 

trail 
Of elk or deer, or telling mythic 

tale 




Of how the Mighty Spirit carved 

the head 
Of mountain lion— superstition's 

dread 




GUARDIAN OF THE RANGELY OIL FIELDS. 
(Natural Monument.) 



Guardian of this happy hunting ground— 
And giant monoliths and statues found 
Along the valley of the glorious White, 
Made by great Manitou, the god of light. 




MONUMENTS IN 
Photo by 



SCENERY OUI.CH. 
\ Proctor. 



This sunny land no longer knows 

the Ute; 
His mystic tales are told, his lips 

are mute; 




A WHITE I!1VEI! UTE 



Where roamed his ponies o'er the sunlit plain, 
The sun still shines, but shines on golden grain; 
With gangs of plows and monster iron steed 
The farmer stirs the soil and sows the seed. 




EAU CHEEK RANCHES 



The round-up cowboy herding cavvy band 
A memory soon will be; this fertile land 




ROUNDUP CAWi IX RIO BLANCO COUNTY. 



On Danforth hills, on Book Cliff's low divide, 
On Plateau's height (as by the river's side), 




"BY TDK KIVF.R'S SIDE.' 



Will yield with smiling grace the fruits that Toil, 
With resolute hand, draws from the teeming soil. 




'THE FRTITS OF TOIL.' 



Rich farms, with fine-bred stock and thrifty crops, 
Will gild the landscape to the mountain tops. 





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STOCK ON WHITE RIVER RANGE 



I gaze on this my own idyllic wild 
And fondly wish that heaven may be as mild; 
That its sylvan woods may fan the heavenly sky 
As gladly as the pines 'neath which I lie. 




ON THE WHITE RIVER PLATEAU. 
Photo hv Frank Riley. 



I live in fairy land where toil is play, 
Where buoyant life doth greet each coming day, 
Where all is health and action; Meeker holds 
No drones, no poor, no sick within its folds. 




A town and dale in frame of hills deep set, 
A pictured spot where Love and Beauty met. 




THE VALLEY AT .MEEKER. 



I view with pride fair Meeker's public schools, 
Where learning molds the mind while kindness rules. 










MEEKER SCHOOLS. 



The scenes are changed since Douglas' savage band 
With fire and slaughter swept this peaceful land. 



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The tepee's gone; bright temples mark the place 
Where dwelt the children of a vanished race. 




ST. JAMES EPISCOPAL, CHURCH, MEEKER 



I turn — I see the white man's heedless plow 
Stir up the dust of sleeping Colorow. 




THE MEEKEB .\ 
Photo by E. Sprod. 



THE COLORADO STATE FLOWER. 




■H'HERK ELFINS MEET 



The dainty Colorado flower 

That grows among the pines, 

A carpet makes in woody bower, 

Where elfins meet in idle hour 

To view the blooms of Beauty's dower — 

Sweet purple columbines. 

A modest plant it is to hide 

Its beauty in the shade; 

But honeyed fragrance serves to guide 

All happy lovers to its side, 

To pluck this blossom golden-eyed, 

In softest tints arrayed. 

O lovely flower of triple dyes, 
Of purple, white and gold; 
Within thy bloom a symbol lies 
Of golden sun and purple skies — 
Thy spur — the spur of enterprise 
That brings us wealth untold. 



Enchanted land, by zephyrs fanned. 
With crystal streams fast flowing; 

Its woodlands seem a bright day dream. 
With life and feeling glowing. 



ON THE WHITE RIVER PLATEAU. 

On glassy lakes are ringed wakes, 
From where the trout are leaping; 

With antlers wide, on mountain side. 
The lordly elk is sleeping. 



A flock of grouse, on low pine boughs, 
With necks outstretched in wonder, 

Look down at me, as if to see 
If friend or foe is under. 




SIDES OF THE PLATEAU. 



Far, far below, the waters flow, 
Adown the canon driven; 

Above are shrouds of fleecy clouds, 
And I 'twixt earth and heaven. 



The Dome ablaze with mellow rays 
Of sunken sun is looming; 

A gilded tower of sunset hour, 
It stands above the glooming. 



In forest deep I soundly sleep. 
Nor dream of care or sorrow; 

Though day is done, the golden sun 
Will come again tomorrow. 




'FAR, FAR F.EI.OW. 



COLORADO. 



Colorado's the land of the pinon and pine, 

'Tis the home of" the dainty-spurred blue columbine, 

'Tis the land where the day-star of fortune doth shine, 

Showering health and prosperity down; 
Here the silver and gold come up from the mine, 
And the sun beams down with a light divine. 
And the days are delightful, the nights ever fine. 

In this climate of world-wide renown. 

Here the sun-kissed peach wears a blush on its cheek; 
Here the trout play at leap-frog in river and creek, 
And the unrisen sun throws a smile o'er each peak, 

A smile after sunset renewed; 
Here the raindrops come falling in shine of the sun. 
And the grass blades are sparkling when shower is done 
And all nature is smiling, while care there is none, 

In this land where no sorrows intrude. 

Colorado, thou beautiful, magical land: 

Thy waters are crystal, thy mountains are grand. 

Thy valleys enchanting; thy children are fanned 

By the breath of perpetual youth. 
Many years cannot bend us; we journey along 
On our way, neither fearing nor heeding the strong 
Hand of fate; for we live where each life is a song, 

And the singers are Virtue and Truth. 




WER MARVIXE LAKE. 



Memory's 
Bells 



The fading light crept up the cliffs, 
The tranquil end of day denoting; 

Above the silent wilderness 

The distant sound of bells came floating. 

The bells I heard were memory's bells; 
For borne aloft came, sweet and soft, 
Familiar tones from memory's bells. 




IN TRAPPERS' LAKE 



On Trappers' Lake my boat lay still. 
Its waters bore no wave nor motion; 

At peaceful sunset-hour, sweet bells 
Came floating o'er the tiny ocean. 

'Twas Angelus, the sacred bells; 
With reverence mute, I bowed salute 
In chime with memory's holy bells. 



And in these mighty solitudes, 

The sounds of youth and love revealing, 
O'er canon walls and forests dense, 

Came mellowed Aves gently stealing. 

For music of the olden bells, 

In echoes mild, still haunts the wild; 

Sweet chords from memory's dying bells. 




ANON WALLS AND FllHKSTS I'KNSK' 



MAY 25 1908 



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